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upon hearing her name, she freezes for a moment, her jaw tightening and her fists balling again but she hurries to pull till away from luka and drag him off of the other. not without placing her foot to luka's chest and sending a deadly glare down at the other.
do us all a favor and leave while you're still in one piece. you've done enough.
she presses her foot down harder into his chest, leaning over a little to lower her voice.
i'm only going to say it once.

as if one punch wasn’t enough, luka allows till to charge into him and send them both plummeting into the ground. hit after hit continues to land on him, and still luka maintains a crazed smile of amusement at the action.
look at you— so upset, and for what? gh— oh, i know! it’s guilt, right? the way you couldn’t save mizi— you can’t look her in the eye, can you? haha—!

till’s eye twitches, then both widening as luka continues with his insults. seeing how luka didn’t bother blocking his punch, till steps up to luka again and pushes him onto the ground — climbing on top of him to throw another enraged punch.
stop ing talking like you know me! i’m not— a damn— plaything! it’s you who is! still talking about those guys when we aren’t even there anymore!

with one more push, till is unsurprisingly resorting to the only answer he knew — as luka braces himself for the hit, he doesn’t bother to evade till’s fist as it comes swinging across his face and sends him stumbling a few steps aside. bringing a hand up to the injury, he holds the spot with another chuckle as he turns back to till.
of course you’re nothing like them, you’re just a plaything. haven’t you learned anything? or are you just that dense?

incredibly irritated by luka’s nonchalant reaction, his grip grows tighter the more luka taunts him. however, luka’s remarks hit a bad nerve, and till raises his fist up without hesitation. he throws a mean swing at luka’s face and lets him go so he has nothing to hold him up.
no wonder those freaks liked you so much— i am nothing like them!

laughing as till (expectedly) extends his reach to grasp ahold of his shirt, he allows himself to be pulled forward as he holds his hands up defensively to feign his innocence. he purses his lips together to give a small whistle of a taunt at till’s quick reflexes, tilting his head curiously.
no? you could’ve fooled me. say, did they drag you around like this too? it looks like you picked up a few things from them.

what the did you say?
he roughly grabs luka’s collar and harshly yanks him towards him so they could face each other.
i don’t ing service those damn freaks!

…huh?

that’s right— you only service aliens, huh? pfftt.

i’m not gonna entertain you!

hmph. how boring…

n-no! i said it's a damn secret!

prove it then. let’s hear it!

it's not a love song!

...? what?

till, why won’t you tell everyone who your love song is for?

it’s not obvious?

who is the surprise even for?

...eh? no! no, no... it'll ruin the surprise!

clenches her fists and pretends not to hear luka, focusing her attention instead on till once again.
will you let me hear at least a few notes of your song, till? or maybe read the sheet music?

why is this guy here?

unscathed, too! how wonderful!

mizi! you’re looking good. well, as good as you can considering!

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maybe he’s conspiring against you. aah… wouldn’t that just be terrible!

i wonder what else he’s keeping from us.

mhm, mhm. sure.

i was just coughing.

n-nothing.